[4] +1 psychic = [5]your psychic powers tell you:there is a town called Khaplu ~40 mi. south of your current location (the crater of Baltoro Glacier). the town contains a college and two highschools, a bank, and presumably, a small residential neighborhood. on the way there there is what appears to be farmland for a good ways.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

Fawn wrote:Land on K-2 Glacier.

[4][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]you only miss by about a mile, which is actually not so bad considering you had pretty much no control over the aircraft and were asleep for most of the ride[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

Blood Smasher wrote:Join them for singing and dancing, then dance in the blood of my enemies.

[5] +1 blood of your enemies-1 being smart = [5]the bloodlust more than compensates for your lack of singing ability or knowledge of dance.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

AIDS wrote:Attempt so communicate with a banker in Khaplu 40 miles away without actually seeing them hearing them, or being anywhere near them

[3] +1 psychic communication -1 social interaction = [3]rolling for banker's gender [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.][2] the banker is not a woman (phew)

you manage to initiate conversation

psychlog:

[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]hi i would like to open a checking accountwho is this?...hello??what are you wearing?what????

and then your telepathy got some connection issues and you had to stop talking

Fawn wrote:TAKE THIS SHIT INTO OVERTIME.Wake up and prance over to the column of smoke coming from Baltoro Glacier.

[6] -1 potential himalayan wolves/tibetan foxes +1 frolicking = [6][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]you're there. unfortunately you're running so fast that you burst into flame. baltoro glacier absorbs the heat from your unburning frame and melts a good deal.theres a jar thing guy here.

Blood Smasher wrote:Now that I'm done slaughtering some orphans, I go to the town hall to attempt to perform a hostile takeover of the town.

[3] -1 doing smart things -1 talking to people +1 crushing people = [2]you attempt to force them to sign over the town to you.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]they signed a paper allowing one Yterby Spalergostine to open a cheese shop on the outskirts of town. i guess you didn't pick up the right form?

your feet have become a kind of metal plasma, at the opposite end of absolute zero. something keeps them attached, but they destroy most things that contact them in this state.

Fawn wrote:Make yourself known.

[5] -1 speaking = [4][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]you "accidentally" bump into the jar guy. he doesn't really do anything, but your unholy mind seems to believe he may have noticed you. if he's alive.then his feet temporarily undergo a series of fusion phases and heat up to the temperature of the sun's core. you are both sent flying away from the annihilated wreckage that was once known as Baltoro Glacier.

Blood Smasher wrote:Set up a cheese shop inside their town hall where I dispense punches to their faces.

[2] +1 sound of fists hitting skulls = [3]despite your confidence and healthy rivalry with competing cheese salesman mr. spalergostine, people don't seem to want to walk into your store very often after the scandal caused when you shattered the mayors face in response to his ordering of a wedge of majorero pimenton.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]please stop breaking my laws of physics

Fawn wrote:sleep

[3] +1 sleepingyoure in luck there just happens to be a nice bed up here[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

Blood Smasher wrote:Create a bobsled from orphan corpses and then sled to Baltoro glacier.

[4] +1 blood of enemies -1 doing smart things +1 being fucking stupid = [5]its a long ass trip but youre finally here[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]god have mercy on your soul

Start a quaint little dilemna on the ISS by secretly polymorphing one of the crewmembers into a horrid flesh-beast with 5 faces, all screaming in pain, and bones jutting out in several instances. Then get him to open the airlock and smash the gyroscopic stabilizer.

AIDS wrote:Create a psychic link with all sentient stars and organisms in alpha centauri

total [2]sadly you can't communicate with the stars and organisms right now. you probably need to reach some kind of star-nirvana.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]

Fawn wrote:Start a quaint little dilemna on the ISS by secretly polymorphing one of the crewmembers into a horrid flesh-beast with 5 faces, all screaming in pain, and bones jutting out in several instances. Then get him to open the airlock and smash the gyroscopic stabilizer.

total [5]he turns into the weird ass thing you described. i dont think theres anywhere i can get a picture that would represent how that looks

total [7]you merge your own psyche with the creature's through improbable rituals of bending space and mind. the creature screams in agony as you begin to suffocate after you open the airlock and smash the gyroscope.

uh, i mean the creature.

Blood Smasher wrote:forge a sword in the lava from orphan bones whilst screaming about the blood of my enemies.

total [6]you rip the orphans apart into the bare bones of an orphan and then rearrange them until it looks like a nice sword. then you dip it in the white-hot hyperlava that exists where baltoro glacier once was.[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]howd you get it to look like that? you only used orphan bones and lava, and no smelting equipment

speaking of, you begin punching the bejeezus out of the red-hot blade in order to sharpen it properly. afterwards it looks worthy of stabbing orphans with. your fists are fine somehow.

total [3]you half-yodel some unreplicable series of strange noises that sound like you're talking about blood sometimes and other times like you kinda lost it.